I told the WordPress tech guy, “I’m late! I’m late! For a very important date!”
I’m not sure he got the “Alice in Wonderland” reference. Or understood the importance of “I must post my ‘Tuesdays with Dorie’ recipe TODAY! On TUESDAY!“
Yes, I got a little snippity.
You see, yesterday I logged into my WordPress blog, (the bad blogger that I am, I hadn’t checked it since, oh, LAST Tuesday) and was unable to post. Due to “a concern about the content of my blog.”
My PG-13 food/”mommy” blog has “content” that someone found objectionable?
Okay, maybe that’s not such a stretch. I can be a bit “out there.” But it still made me wonder. I contacted WordPress, asking about the situation. Wrote my post. Clicked on “Submit for Review” (which had replaced the normal “Publish” button.)
And worried. Would I be able to post my TWD recipe?
Honestly, I was pretty bummed about it, frequently bemoaning the situation via IM to my dear friend SS. (Luckily she’s very patient.)
Finally, a response from WordPress. A man had left a comment on a long ago post. A racist comment in which he used someone else’s name, work email, and a link to a well known chain of stores.
Honestly, I had wondered what kind of dumbass would leave comments of such a nature WITH HIS WORK EMAIL. Seemed less-than-wise to me, but naive chick that I am, it honestly never struck me that it was fraudulent.
I’m feeling pretty stupid.
I deleted the comment. Actually made the whole post (it was about racism) password protected, as I really was getting tired of the aryan youth leaving me enlightened comments (such as “your (sic) a stupid bitch”).
While I’m glad it’s resolved (I have my “Publish” button back!), somehow my post (the one I submitted for review) got lost in the ethernet, so now I’m trying to resurrect it.
My best recollection is this astute piece of advice:
DON’T SNIFF THE GELATIN!
Yes, I really am shouting that.
I caught a whiff of it while making my first of two blanc mangers, a strawberry one. Wet dog hair? Wild boar? The reptile area of the zoo? I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it’s a very animalian smell (is that a word?)
My family ate that blanc manger before I managed to snap a photo, so I did a redo for my book club on Sunday, making a strawberry-blueberry one on top of Dorie’s sweet tart dough with nuts.
Making it I thought, “the gelatin didn’t really smell that bad, did it?”
AND I SNIFFED IT AGAIN!
See, I really am that, uh, gullible? Naive? Stupid? (Maybe the aryan youth are right about ONE thing… )
It was just as bad the second time.
Nevertheless, the blanc mangers were delicious.
And not at all smelly (or stupid.)
So, sorry for the late post and if you are interested in the recipe, make sure you visit Susan of Sticky, Gooey, Creamy, Chewy. (Even if you aren’t interested in the recipe, you should take a look at her blog; it’s really lovely.